Julia almost screamed when she saw the portrait of Death. She glanced at Fang Cheng, and then hurriedly handed the paper to the bald head.

"Director, look at it."

The bald director took the paper and took a look. His face, which was originally as black as the bottom of a pot, seemed to be burnt, and suddenly became darker.

Victor, who was standing behind him, also looked darker.

Through the reactions of the three, Fang Cheng knew that it might not be a good thing that he had drawn the portrait of Death.

He asked curiously: "Is this dangerous?"

The bald director handed the paper back to Fang Cheng: "Newbie, you are very lucky. You should have watched this movie when Death comes."

"Does the adult version count?"

The bald director suddenly didn't know how to take the lead.

Why didn’t I know that the adult version of Death has come?

He handed the paper back to Fang Cheng and said angrily: "Go back and read the genuine version a few more times."

Fang Cheng took the paper and nodded: "Is it the God of Death I drew in the movie?"

The bald director seemed not interested in explaining too much. Julia next to him said in a hurry: "Yes, countless fatal misfortunes will happen around you in the next seven days, and it will be useless no matter where you go."

Fang Cheng disagreed: "I think it's quite ordinary. Are you so nervous?"

He has watched the movie, and the performance in the movie will increase his power by a thousand times.

Even if he can kill him, he will have hundreds of lives.

"It's pretty ordinary?"

Julia's voice suddenly rose, her expression was exaggerated: "You must think you are very powerful, but no matter how strong you are, it will bring you a fatal bad luck to you. There was a superpower who was also targeted by the god of death. He avoided it with his powerful ability several times, but in the end he accidentally got a stomachache, got diarrhea and was exhausted, and finally drowned in the toilet."

Fang Cheng: "..."

After hearing what you said, I don’t think it’s dangerous, I just feel disgusting.

Asaka Minghui also felt very disgusting, so she didn't translate it to Ye Yuqing.

Others in the conference room have noticed the movement here.

I just came over and heard that Fang Cheng was drawing the God of Death, and they all dispersed all of them, for fear of being affected by bad luck.

Even the vampire with a look of "I'm very cool" was no exception. She quietly took a few steps back, fearing that a cross would pop him to death.

"This newcomer is really amazing."

The little spider hugged his head with both hands: "I mean the unlucky aspect."

The others looked at Fang Cheng, which was similar to seeing the dead, and subconsciously kept a distance from him.

The arrival of the God of Death is no longer just an evil spirit, but a prank by the gods, but no one can afford it.

No matter how powerful a person is, there will always be times when he is negligent, and the god of death can take advantage of the situation and take it away in one wave.

Amid the terrifying eyes of everyone, Fang Cheng calmly put away the paper, picked up Ye Yuqing's paper, and asked Julia: "What kind of evil spirit is this doll?"

"This is an evil doll. It will follow you home, and then call on all kinds of evil ghosts to slowly kill all the creatures in the house."

Julia explained that the evil doll was originally a very terrifying evil spirit, but compared with the God of Death, it seemed harmless to humans and animals.

She glanced at Fang Cheng with regret. Such a handsome boy was gone.

Of course, I also admire his calm demeanor in the face of danger.

The bald director obviously didn't care much about the life and death of a newcomer. He quickly left and returned to the office to search for the adult version of Death.

Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing were about to go out, but Victor stopped him.

He hesitated for a few seconds before whispering: "If you plan to withdraw from this action, I can help you contact St. John's Cathedral in New York, where you may be able to survive these seven days. If you want to go somewhere else, I can help."

Even with Victor's indifference, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

Kagura Takukai asked him to take care of Fang Cheng, but in just one day he took care of the other party and was almost dead.

If Fang Cheng died at the hands of the god of death after returning today, Victor would not be able to explain to Kagura Takuhi.

"Can you really help?"

Fang Cheng asked: "I want to stay in the White House for seven days. Can I contact me?"

Victor's eyes twitched. How could I transfer you to the White House for seven days, and I still have to work here?

He said angrily: "Change another one."

"Is the Pentagon OK?"

“…”

Victor had a tense face. Why didn't he find this kid so worthy of a beating before?

Fang Cheng shrugged: "Nothing can do, then forget it."

Victor did not persuade him again: "Okay, this is your own choice."

After Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing left, he took out his mobile phone, which was recorded in the recording mode and had recorded the conversation between him and Fang Cheng.

Even if Kagura Takumi pursued him afterwards, he could still take out this recording to deal with it. It was not that he had tried to help, but that the other party was unhappy.

As for Fang Cheng, in Victor's mind, it was almost no different from being dead. The only thing he could do now was to quickly go and set up a coffin and a cemetery.

Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing came outside the Homeland Security Bureau and found that the people in the conference room had not left yet and were gathering across the street.

Although these people pretended to be talking, their eyes frequently looked at this side.

Not to mention Fang Cheng, even Ye Yuqing knew what this group of people was going to do.

They deliberately stayed there just to see if Fang Cheng started to encounter bad luck as soon as he went out.

To put it bluntly, it’s just that you don’t mind the trouble.

"These bastards want to see us jokes!"

Ye Yuqing almost got angry and wanted to rush over and beat them up.

Fang Cheng hurriedly grabbed her: "Forget it, they are all short-lived ghosts, maybe they can't live for seven days."

After being chosen as the surrogate by Yue Jianming, this naughty child's temper became more and more irritable.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so as not to be found by the North American coalition government to sneak into the country and would probably not be expelled directly, but it is certain that he would have to ask for tea and things would not be possible.

The two were about to leave when a strong black man suddenly came across the street.

Both Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing recognized him as the first person to come to the conference room, and they didn't say anything from beginning to end.

The black man came to the two of them, and the other party said, "My name is Jack. I have a way to solve the pursuit of death for you, but you have to promise me a condition."

Fang Cheng said calmly: "What conditions?"

Jack looked up and down at Ye Yuqing and laughed.

Ye Yuqing had already clenched his fists.

Although Fang Cheng had no expression on his face, he wanted to know what the difference between San Francisco's sewers and Area 11 was different. If he put a corpse down, no one would notice it.

“The condition is…”

Jack withdrew his eyes and said ambiguously: "You have to stay with me for seven days, how about it?"

"You bastard, what did you say..."

Ye Yuqing rolled up her sleeves angrily, and was stunned when she was halfway through: "Who are you talking about?"

Isn’t it a scene of forcing a good girl to rob her?

Fang Cheng was even more black. No wonder this guy kept staring at him with weird eyes in the conference room.

It turned out that it was the look of trying to draw the sword and unsheathed it.

"Woman, I'm not interested in you, stay away from me."

Jack warned Ye Yuqing, then put his hand on Fang Cheng's shoulder and gently stroked it: "Do you want to come to my house to play? My house is quite big."

Bang!

The next moment, his abdomen was severely damaged.

Fang Cheng kicked him in the stomach, kicking him across the road, and knocked him into the wall opposite with a bang.

The group of people preparing to watch the show across the street were silent. Although this boy from Asia was dead, it seemed that he was not easy to mess with before he died.

Fang Cheng withdrew his feet and was about to leave with Ye Yuqing, but found that Ye Yuqing looked at him with a strange look.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

"Nothing, it's just a little stressful."

Ye Yuqing sighed deeply: "It's so difficult for me to not only beware of vixen but also beware of shit-scratches in the future.

Fang Cheng only thought this topic was too disgusting, so he pulled her and wanted to leave.

As a result, an angry female scream came from behind.
To be continued...